Chorus: (after each verse)
THOUGH THIS IS TRUE, I KNOW LOVE CAN REACH THROUGH
Here's a tale, I tell it true, concerning abuse of power
And unhappy lives it leaves behind, growing more each and every hour
Far oversea did Europe go, to fill the New World untainted
So took that World by force of war, before we were very much aquainted
With hypocrisy of church and state, and their lust for gold, which could not wait
Though Quaker colonies I do not implicate, the land was stripped of Man Innate
The Wars of Independence, of which in history lessons you will have heard the date
Were all on the land of a butchered race, the like of which will never be seen again
With the trade of slaves and tobacco, which take dignity from a man
From Jamestown out the modern world was made, from such bad seed began
Though Independence had it's declaration, such a high-minded concept
What came to pass wasn't quite so fine and left us with reasons for regret
The years went by and with new technologies, the world was getting smaller
From ships and guns to atomic bombs, the shadows they grow taller
And after World War number Two, many smaller wars ensued
Much the same but more, it's true, robbing poor peoples through and through
Now the many goods that the West consumes, little asking from where they issue
From chemical food to training shoes, are from countries very badly abused
And Shopping Malls in every town keep the exploitation High Street
Have sucked the very breath of life. Chrome and Glass are all we see
Such a system of production is not a ever-steady structure
The supermarkets rise, like Goliath's size, could fall hard and so be fractured
From Seattle to the City Mile, from Genoa, Prague and Copenhagen
People are smashed who raise the cry, protesting against the Institutions
And yet, beneath these Edifices of Modern Order, a song is sung that says "No more please"
People re-address the situation and cause awakefulness from this death grip dream
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